I've seen your severed head at a banquet for the dead. All dressed up on dinner, looked so fine. Your shining silver salver so tastefully powdered. With the finest military quick wine.
Happiness is eggshaped. And love's a circle with no end. It's only four o'clock in the morning. And you're still driving me 'round the bend. . I'll tell you something, I'll tell you, it's true.